The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-08-11

rapidly back and forth as she talked to four
young fellows who were grouped around her,
all smoking, all regardless of the presence
of other ladies, to whom the smoke was
very patiently disagreeable, and of the fact
that cigars were not permitted in this apart
ment. This young girl suddenly pulled the
short curls of the boy nearest to her, who
was reading.
"Oh, say, now" he exclaimed, without
raising his eyelids. whats the matter with
youF'
Nothing; only it's getting awfully slow
here; do put up that book; wishI was back
in N'York.n
And did she come from New York; /
had at once and unhesitatingly placed her
as the apprentice of the village dressmaker,
who, having doubtless some young relative
in the college, thus found, for brief space,
the doors of fashionable hotel open to re-
ceive her
Mercy upon usr' cried a second young
miss, who rolled upon the sofa, 81 don't I
told mommer cmamma, SUPPOSED this very
morning she wouldn't catch me going back
to the city for month to come; She needn't
think itm
"Oh, these horrid fiies!" screamed num-
Der one. Say, you, Jack Brown" giving
the so-named young gentleman's volume a
brisk kick with the tip of her boot "Shut
mo, won't" returned Mr.. Brown, cool
ly picking up his literature.
YOU'RE REAL MEAN, DECLARE!
isn't he?" throwing her hat playfully at the
face of the youth at her other hand; isn't
he, Dandyi"
Dandy laughs and fires the hat back to
its owner
Goodness mel what horrld thing you
are Say, go and play us a waltz, Dan,
won't your
ooh, yes, do!' said the other girl, with
alacrity
And in moment more they were waltz
ing, the men smoking, the girls giggliug,
the other occupants of the room enduring
the impertinence of their noise, tobacco
and the contact of their flirting skirts as
they brushed past them. My hunger had
evaporated.
/ crossed to the corridor Two little girls
of and 10 stood Longing over table and
a pack of cards, veritable cards.
Say, you can't play euchae, can you"
asked the elder, patronizingly, as she shut
fled the pack with the dexterity of pro-
ficient
mo" returned the junior, with curl of
the baby lips. II don't really care for any
game but poker. I've won lots of candy
playing poker!"
| turned away-a little what we call sick
at heart. And as | did so, a charmingly
pretty child, of perhaps 20, fell into the
room, attended by an elderly lady. She
sank into chair. Her hair was disarranged
and fallen below her slim waist, her hat
hung by string and her neat riding boot
was in full view.
II tell you l had just high old time.
nearly died with that old cantering horse,
and my hat came off and Phil just had to
get off and get it for me, and if l didn't
jam it down over my eyes-the elastic
broke-horrid old thing! / had an elegant
time, though-perfectly splendid. Phil
Green is a perfect gentleman, mommer-he
is just lovely! He don't speak to Lily White
any more, an-oh, say, mommer, how do
look in my habit ehM
"Sweetly," returned mamma.
II should think ought to-" glancing at
her reflection in the opposite mirror: sit
cost enough, didn't it, mommerP
Eyes, dear"
''Well, guess I'll go upstairs and get into
another dress; ''oh, my, it's awfully warm
Say, mommer, just order me some iced cof-
fee and some ice cream, and some pie and
fruit, will youP
''All right, DEAR" and the pretty girl
Jagged up the staircase, jingling the door
key of her room the while. In point of fact,
they all iingled these keys continually en-
phasizing Herewith their actions and con-
versation.